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We drove past hundreds of American flags as the sky settled into evening. The flags lined the cemetery like soldiers standing at attention. A slight breeze carried with it the strength of Freedom. Representing the courageous and brave souls who have gone before us.

What had the day held for others?

As I clutched a garden bouquet of roses to honour the memory of one of my heroes, I remembered what he had shared with me weeks before his passing that he always remembered his friends on Memorial Day whom had passed because he did not want them to be forgotten.

In remembrance of Freedom, I share this moment of Triumph with you.

Where had the years gone
weathered with time..
full of memories
held close.

Would the days
reveal any hope
for a love
she always knew.

How could
it be possible.
Was anything
real?

She felt raw
deeply forsaken
yearning…
for one more moment.

He was gone.
He had left
without
a word.

Taking his last breath between darkness & dawn.

What had always been was no longer.
Yet, how could this be?
He would always remain in her heart.
A part of her.

Do you ever find yourself having one of those moments where you are so full…simply full of gratitude for the love and blessing of friends that your heart swells and there are no words? I want to take a moment and thank you fellow ‘blog followers’ who have given me the acknowledgement to share my work. High Five to you all!

What you long to do in the marrow of your bones.
What keeps you awake at night and wrestles with you in your sleep,
that enters your dreams and rattles the chains of your fears in your waking.

But I will say this…

breathe into that space of your knowing
let the wanting, the longing
breathe out into the world for the manifesting of your desires.

Keep it simple.
Make it clear.

So clear that there isn’t a moment of hesitation from when you utter your breath beyond the thought…that you have no doubt in your mind that when you blink all this will be gone,
vanished into the unknown abyss of your life as you have known it.

I have been there.

In despair.
In longing.
In these fragments of time that have put me in darkness for days.

Ever since I fell last autumn and injured my “writing” hand, I have felt a deep gratitude for my hands.

The ability to grasp anything in reach… The realization to let go and create anew. To Triumph!

As I was writing one morning I found myself wondering when my mother’s strong hands had become like my own.

My pen gave way to this poem about my mothers hands and what they mean to me. I had the privilege of reading it to her on her birthday this past March.

In honour of my mother and our hands I share this tribute with you. May you cherish the hands that have strengthened you. – Te’

My Mother’s Hands

Hands that hold our family together.
Hands that express love and beauty.
Hands that make one feel safe.
Hands that stroke brows to ease worry and pain.
Hands that sew, mend and iron clothes.
Hands that knead dough and bake cookies.
Hands that prune roses and plant flowers.
Hands that write words of encouragement and belief.
Hands that gather wood and build fires.
Hands that rub sore muscles and heal.
Hands that create and wrap gifts.

Hands that have held hope and longing.
Hands that have nestled soft babies and grandson’s.
Hands that have wiped tears and caressed cheeks.
Hands that have clutched heartache and loss.
Hands that have flipped burgers, canned and cooked many meals.
Hands that have worked the soil, fed animals and seeded fields.
Hands that have hung IV bags and passed instruments.
Hands that have made beds and pulled up our covers.
Hands that have strewn popcorn and decorated trees.
Hands that have washed, brushed and curled hair.
Hands that have soothed many souls.